What's Really Hood?

Just a Dance

Before we left, I took the chance to look at myself in the mirror. My stilettos made me six inches taller than my true height, and my hips fit snugly into a pair of white jeans, and a gold chained belt hung off my hips. I matched it with a white, crop-top V-neck. My body was the reason men loved me and women hated me. I was a little on the chubby side. My stomach was slightly pudgy, and my hips and thighs were wide, giving my body its extra-large coke-bottle figure. My hair was picked out in its naturally nappy state because I wasn't about to fight with it. Straightened, it touched barely passed my shoulders.

I poked my pouty lips out as I fluffed my mane, loving the way my eyes seemed to pop with my makeup on. I started posing in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, poking my ass out here and there.

"Yo' ass is flat! Now come on." Daijah's hand came down hard on my butt, making me hiss from the slight sting.

"Shit, somebody like it!" I laughed, following behind her.

"It low-key hangs." She looked at me from over her shoulder with her lip turned up as we walked down the stairs.

"Bihh!" I laughed. "Yo' ass is jealous," I said, slapping her ass back. Dai was a chocolate chick, and she was working with a little something-something, but she was a skinny bitch, so of course, her ass looked bigger than what it was. It wasn't a donk, but it poked out. She was dressed in some black and brown wedges, light-blue jean shorts, and a loose-fitting, white shirt with a split down the rear, showing off the fire-breathing-dragon tattoo on her lower back. Her eighteen-inch Peruvian weave spiraled down her back in curls, touching the tip of her tattoo.

Nija was already downstairs, sitting on the couch and sipping her strawberry daiquiri. It was obvious she was feeling herself because she sat up straight and swayed from side to side with her eyes closed. She wore a body-hugging, colorful, one-piece romper with a pair of gold heels and jewelry to match. Nija was a thicky-thick girl too, but she was slightly smaller than me.

"Get yo' bald-head ass up." I thumped the side of her head when I walked by, causing her to glare up at me before she rolled her eyes. She wasn't bald, but she had recently chopped majority of her hair off, leaving her with a short, curly afro, tapered on the sides. Grabbing our daiquiris off the table, we all headed out the door to make an appearance at Club Derriere. It was a club that had been open for only a few months, but it was hot already.

Bumping Dai's music and sipping our daiquiris, we were pulling up at the club as we were finishing up the last drops of our drinks.

"This shit looks live already!" Dai beamed, already opening her door, stepping out, and adjusting her clothes, and we all followed suit, checking each other for any dress malfunctions such as missing earrings or too many buttons undone.

"Thank you, girl," I told Dai as she patted my mane down in certain spots to make sure my puff was even all around.

We hastily made our way to the entry and got in after no time at all, heading straight to a sectional for the three of us. The club was red and black, but it was dark, and the lights flickered and beamed with the music. It had an upstairs dance area with a translucent floor littered with couches, tables with a stripper pole in the middle of each one, along with a bar area both upstairs and down.

"Bitch! What are you doing?" Nija screamed, clapping her hands and laughing as I climbed my overgrown self onto the table. When I jumped up and hooked my leg around the pole, a laugh bubbled up from my throat as it began to twirl around. I slipped after a couple of rotations, so I dropped to my feet and bounced my ass in front of my girls.